It didn't feel like an invasion of personal space, not from Jim. It was a little reminiscent of their Academy years, honestly, when Jim liked to just show up wherever and hang off his shoulder, even when he visited him at the infirmary the first few months he was Captain, before his posture began to change into something more responsible and professional. Leonard missed it, he realized now as he felt that familiar weight on his shoulder. But of course he understood why it couldn't continue, despite how little Jim (and even himself) would have cared for gossip and talk.

"Easy there, farm boy," he huffed with a joking laugh. He pulled the food from the fire, serving it into two bowls so it would be easier for them to eat. "People are gonna start picturing among piles of hay and nice old ladies linin' up to kiss your cheek."

He handed one of the bowls to Jim, along with a spoon. "Here, and careful. It's hot."